Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Flatsound

[Spoken Word]
Last night, you had that dream again
The one where you try and run from your fears
But you can't, because you're wearing fabulous stilettos
If I were the boss of you
I'd make you get out of my head for good
But I'm not, so when this ship sinks
I'll have the comfort of knowing I wasn't in charge

I don't want to write a song, I want to write a will
In which you get nothing from me
All I am is a kid in my mother's closet
Looking for an excuse to say
"This doesn't hurt, at least not anymore"
Then hatred, the kind of hatred that makes a father
Call his own son a faggot
I wish you were dead

There was a light in my closet
I could have sworn the sun was rising
There was a light in my chest
Don't leave me, Noah, we had a promise

You told me the universe could help me if I just let it
I told you I made a map of our old house
Leading to the X on my stomach
When you cut me open, you'll find a note that says:
"This is where I hurt"
I found a new way to talk to God